On the other side of the central light curtain of the battleship, there was a central ship control room of the opposing battleship, and on the cāo control position, there was a person who was unified with black sè uniforms and gods, and some strange electronic murals could be seen around, which was the destruction of the energy beam gun penetrating some ships. Behind the captain's seat is a wall hanging on a winter wolf in the snowstorm, standing high on a cliff.

The style of the entire central ship control room of the other party is filled with an aura of the universe asking the weak to eat the strong.

In such a scene, the commander of the white ghost fleet is a man with tattoos on half of his face.

"Kegumo!" Seeing each other, Redil's voice almost came out of his throat.

"Huh," Kegumo was visibly interested, "you know me?" ”

"Your Excellency is ranked eighth on the Empire's Class-A Most Wanted List, and is well-known in the Underworld. A little horn like me, who is only a B-level wanted sè, doesn't know you, it's too lonely and unheard. ”

Kegumo, ranked eighth among the top ten people on the Imperial Wanted A list, his fame lies in the early years, and he did a lot of things that caused a sensation in the Milan Star Zone, just when he was at the top of the A-level wanted list and was targeted by the Empire, he disappeared.

Everyone thought that he had left the empire with enough wealth and power and went to a public star field to claim the king. It is also rumored that he was solved by the enemy, and the person who solved him was the underground underworld monarch who was at the top of the empire's A-level wanted list.

But no one knew that this person had turned from light to darkness, and for so many years, the white ghost outside the Milan Star Zone, the ghost fleet that was said to be unwilling to deal with even the regular fleet of the Empire, was actually led by Kegumo.

It turned out that he had already completed the erosion and fusion with the top leaders of the star region, and had become a community of interests, and on this star field, as the white sè ghost fleet, he was doing a more hidden, larger, and more far-sighted business than when he was the commander of the sī group before!

"You're not bad, Redil! In the past, you were indeed a small corner that I couldn't look down on, but I didn't expect that you would have the audacity to cross the line and reach out to areas you shouldn't have set foot in, so that I admired your courage to hand over my batch of tobacco. Kegumo paused, looked at the group of warships in the Linzi battalion in front of him, and smiled coldly, "Or do you think that with your ships and a few guns, such a few people, you can fight against me, it's really not enough to be my prey!"

"Lao Tzu is very unconvinced!"

In Redil's control room, he stared at Kegumo and said coldly.

On the other side of the screen, Kegumo, who led the white ghost fleet, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"When Lao Tzu looks at you, his belly is full of fire!"

Reddil's voice resounded through the communication system of every warship in the Lin Zi Battalion. Let everyone in the fleet hear his conversation with each other.

"We used to be short thieves, and that was to survive. The robbers are armed thugs who survive in this way, as well as air thieves like Raphael and Tavasi, and we stick to the bottom line. Shattrath, have I ever raided civilian merchant ships and killed innocents?"

Shatras's voice came from the "peach huā ship", "Naturally, no, and in March 05, once a caravan encountered a storm in the passage gorge, it was you who personally led the ship to open the way, showing them the way, so that this caravan could return to the Milan star area on time, and the trading company behind this caravan was tens of thousands of people, so that they did not lose their jobs due to the bankruptcy of the air crash." In June and July, an imperial expedition team ran out of supplies in Moon Bay Harbor, and it was you who sent in the necessary energy, food, medicine, and supplies to allow the expedition team to successfully resupply and leave."

"I, Reddir, even if I am a short-selling thief, have principles, never involve innocent people, do not indiscriminately kill and co-opt the remnants of Raphael and Tavasi, gather a group of people, and overthrow the violent rule of Lexa, in such a universe, it is nothing more than to establish a place to live but ushered in the shouting and killing of the Imperial Sweeper fleet, and always want to hang my Reddir's head in the starry sky, as if to tell the world that our sins are extremely evil"

"However," Reddier looked at Kegumo on the other end of the light curtain, "you, as the commander of the White Sè Ghost Fleet, used to be the largest group of people in the Empire, cultivating gangsters on the fringes, and guiding millions of people to be oppressed and bullied by you for a long time, each of which was stained with the blood of innocents, and under each one was a pile of dry bones. But because you have the people in charge of the star sector above you as an umbrella, you have made the Imperial fleet blind, knowing your existence, but ignoring you, and really treating you as ghosts, turning a blind eye to all your sins."

"On the contrary, those of us who want to survive desperately have become the object of accusation, spurning, and contempt by many people, while you can become a ghost in the bright light, raging, plundering, coming and going... What's the reason?"

"You obviously have ten times more sins than us, but because of your deep background, you are rampant, and most of our team of poor people have become rats in the sewers, you are obviously a top ten wanted criminals on the Empire's A-class wanted list, but you can walk without hindrance, and I, Reddir, am just a B-class wanted little air thief, but I am being chased and killed by the Imperial fleet, what the hell is this truth?"

Kegumo stared at Redil on the other end, and then said coldly as if he had heard the most ridiculous "words": "There is no reason in this universe, there is only power. ”

"Might is right. It's a desperate statement," said Kegumo, smiling wickedly, as if admiring a broken-winged sparrow that couldn't fly no matter how much it struggled.

"So you have to learn to accept and accept despair."

Reddirle turned around, and this time his image was transmitted to each of the Lin Ziying battleships, and his voice sounded at the same time, "Everyone, I think everyone knows that what is in front of us is the white sè ghost fleet. They have far more warships than we do, ships that are far more advanced than ours, and energy beam guns that are far more powerful than us. Originally, in the usual style, we would never fight hard with hard, but fight in a roundabout way to avoid entering a frontal conflict with the other side, because we can't afford it, we can only fight in a roundabout way, and it seems to be a shame to fight while retreating, but in fact it is not a shame. Survival has always been a matter of dignity, not face, our strength is limited, and we have always survived with such an almost nest-like escape tactic."

"But now behind us, it's the 1984 space station. Yes, that was our former home, where I used to repair the electrical appliances for many people's homes, and I also received preferential treatment from them, believe me, I am also very reluctant to this place with hot water, energy, noodle restaurants, warm food instead of dry and cold compressed biscuits, and now, our family, our friends are taking refuge, there are still spaceships there that have not left so, we are the best at guerrilla warfare, we are fighting while fleeing, this time, we have to go head-on, there is no way back!"

"I know it's going to be a big disadvantage for us to play head-on, but we don't have a choice. As men, there will always be a few times in this life when there is no other choice, and now, let's be here and buy time for them! This is our battlefield, and we will fight here until our relatives and friends are completely evacuated!"

In the midst of the "beating" ship, someone brought a necklace to his mouth and lightly wěn with a dry mouth, on which there were portraits of his relatives.

"Since we have no choice, let's fight them head-on!"

"Hit!"

"Let's go!"

In the ship, such voices rose and fell.

"Lin Zi Camp!"

Someone whispered silently, at this time, only this word can best represent their whole life and death. They share weal and woe, and they depend on each other for blessings and misfortunes.

"Lin Zi Camp!"

There are people who are crying out that they are about to fight, and they will face off against opponents who are extremely incompatible. But they can't avoid it, they stand here under the banner, stick to the defense line here, and bear the safety of those behind them.

"Lin Zi Camp!"

They are just the smallest group of people in the universe, and when they come together, they burst out with the power to protect their homeland.

So their shout, in twenty battleships, was deafening.

"Lin Zi Camp!"

In the universe, there are many warship groups facing the white ghosts of the hideous array.

300,000 kilometers away, in the lined up Lin Ziying fleet.

Reddil's voice exploded at this moment.

"Lin Zi Battalion Charge!"

The tail of the cigar-shaped Linziying battleship began to gradually spew out a columnar glow of ice blue sè.

The battleship came to a standstill and began to accelerate, and among each ship, the fighters of the Lin Zi Battalion were all tightly fastened to the safety ropes, and then let the acceleration drag them, charging towards the white ghost fleet battleship group in front.

Looking at the twenty battleships of the Lin Ziying with a combination of light and heavy, they actually took the lead in igniting their engines and rushed towards their positions.

The entire battleship of the White Sè Ghost Fleet was stunned for a moment, and after a while, the corners of Kegumo's mouth were full of killing intent.

"Look for death!"

At the same time, the Valley of the Guillotine in the Milan Star District.

The hangar rolled open, and the lotus huā mecha, as well as the wind knight mecha of the Wind Knight clan, were under the scorching sun over the Guillotine Valley, the fuselage was mottled, and the brilliance of competing for glory was reversed.

(To be continued!)